Mu Tingfeng used his uninjured hand to wrap it around Zhao Youlin's waist tightly. No matter how Zhao Youlin struggled and hit his wound, he never let go. Because he knew that once he let go, Lu Xiangtian wouldn't be the only one to die — they all would.
"That's my dad, my dad. He's not some kitten or dog, and he's not some stranger. That's my dad! Dad..."
Zhao Youlin's shrill scream echoed throughout the warehouse, carrying a heart-wrenching pain.
When Lu Xiangtian heard her shout, he subconsciously clutched his front lapel. A satisfied smile appeared on his pale face, but he used his last bit of strength to shout in the direction of the two of them, "Go!"
With a loud boom, another giant beam fell from the ceiling and crashed not far away from Lu Xiangtian, separating Lu Xiangtian, Zhao Youlin, and the others.
